You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Walks forward on the creaky floor and plops down on the cushion "Well i've travelled for quite some time to find you, i fled my cousin anoxys house in the night a few winters ago. After my aunt was slaughtered by the ravenous orcs in haelun'or, i barely escaped while my cousin ushered me out the window." she slightly adjusts her weight in an uncomfortable manner "I'm not sure if hes still alive, i shouldn't of left him there." her face appears to be sad "I truly hope he's okay"
